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Mess


Emotionless through the nights I thought I had a grip It's dark through the days Needing to Bleed It Out And put myself together again Impossible to be whole once more So much has passed so much ruin Returning to the depths The weight of understanding Pushing me down False pretenses of expectation Hesitations and the blood from another Doing me is doing for you Scorn from the past that wasn't me Believe your bruises the mistakes are mine Knowing I should be and still refuse to see What this has done to me When the time has come and you want me some Too late no such fate I see it all ending... This fantasy You have worn me tons, it's just for fun Searching for reasons Has made me mad... I will rest with all I had Diverting my mind And closing these eyes
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